A local bar was so sure that its barman was the strongest man in the town that they offered a standing $500 bet.
The barman would squeeze a lemon until all the juice ran out and challenge any man to squeeze out another drop.
Weightlifters, arm wrestlers; they all tried and lost the bet.
Then one day, a thin, small, pale man wearing scratched glasses, a ten year old polyester suit, walked in, read the challenge that was written on the chalkboard next to the bar, and said, "I'd like to take on the bet."
After the laughter had died down, the barman said, "Okay.” He grabbed the lemon and squeezed away.
Then he handed the wrinkled remains of the lemon to the little man.
But the crowd's laughter turned to total silence as the man clenched his little fist around the lemon and six drops fell into the glass.
As the barman paid the $500 bet, he asked "What do you do for a living? You’re obviously not a lumberjack, a metal worker, a weight-lifter, … what do you do?”
The small quiet man quietly replied: "I work for the IRS, I’m a tax auditor.”